Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.